Tessa Shaw

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The windy spiral
Their clogs danced in the spring
Where no seed stirs
You can hear the dew falling
In the listening summertime
Sun and Wind I
A child's forgotten mornings
At drop of dusk
Before the lunge of night
Dawn breaks behind the eyes
Flashing into the dark
Ghostly echoes on paper
Golden in the heydays of his eyes
Green blooms ride upwards
Midday II
Like a lake in the waking haze
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